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Blended Family
Walking into the kitchen we found Myra perched over a large pot on the stove. The air was thick with spices and a whiff of seafood.
“What is that? It smells delicious,” I asked.
Myra looked back over her shoulder. “My signature gumbo. If anything is gonna put some pep back into Jackie’s step, it’s this.”
“It’s my favorite,” Jackson said, leaning in the doorway. His eyes were still tinted yellow, but he looked calm. “You’ll love it.”
Shado walked in the room and looked back and forth between us, smiling from ear to ear. “Do you two think you can keep your hands to yourselves long enough to eat dinner?”
I stuck my tongue out at her. “Hush, you. Where’s Tate?”
“Setting the table outside. It’s a nice night, so I thought, why not enjoy Myra’s fine cooking out on the patio?” She picked up a plate of seasoned chicken from the island. She made to grab a second plate and Jackson stepped forward, grabbing it from her hand.
“I’ll take that,” he said. “You two carry the other stuff.”
“You shouldn’t strain yourself,” I said, following behind him. “I can—”
He turned around holding the plate like a shield between us. “Woman, would you relax? I’m fine. Grab the vegetables.”
“Jack, I—”
“Get the veggies and meet me at the table,” he said, walking backwards out the door.
Worry crept like ice along my spine, but I kept quiet as Shado disappeared after him. He was doing better, that much was obvious, but seeing him do anything terrified me. Especially now. If my vision was wrong, any number of things could be coming for him. He could be in danger, and I wouldn’t see it. If my vision was wrong, then I was blind for the first time in my life.
“You can’t hover.”
I jumped and looked at Myra standing beside me. “What?”
“The boy’s healing. Your hovering’s only gonna drive him crazy.” She grabbed my hand and squeezed my fingers.
Magic shot up my arm and a vision cascaded across my mind. I blinked and found myself standing in the yard behind the patio. Fires burned in the grass, and Myra’s eyes were pointed towards the woods. For the first time since I’d met her, she looked frightened. Tears ran down her cheeks and she gasped. I watched her face contort in pain and I noticed the hand thrust through her chest.
I broke from the vision and staggered back into the kitchen table. “Shit.”
“What was that?” Myra’s eyes scanned me from head to toe. “Are you alright?”
My hands shook, a lump of ice caught in my throat. “I’m—I’m fine. It was just my power. I get triggered when I touch someone’s skin.”
“Triggered?” She arched a thin gray eyebrow.
I frowned. I really didn’t want to tell her, but it was better than letting her think I’d gone crazy. “I guess Jack never explained my abilities.”
“Jackie’s never been one to tell other people’s stories. He probably thought it’d be easier if you told me yourself.”
“Well…” I took a deep breath. “When I touch people, I get visions. Visions of their death.”
Her eyebrows shot to her hairline. “Interesting. I didn’t realize you had that sort of power. Foresight is a rare gift.”
“I wouldn’t call it a gift. I’m not always accurate with the living. When the people I touch make different choices, the visions change. What I just saw for you—it can change. Itwillchange. I know it. There’s time. I don’t know how much, but I know it’s not happening any time soon.”
She held up her hand. “Don’t tell me. I’d rather not know.”
“I understand. Sometimes, knowing your fate is a trap.”
